Living in Surreality - 9. Chapter 9

chapter 9:
: edited by viv :


Jacob sprinted across the street, so intent was he on his goal of intercepting Matt that he failed to notice Viola, sitting in the car parked in the driveway, talking on her cell phone. Jacobs brisk run stopped abruptly as he landed on the front porch of the Porter residence. With an excited, shaky hand, he reached for the doorbell and ringing it, listening to the chimes echo through the empty house.

Viola's head snapped in attention, twisting around as she caught the blurred form of someone running along her drive out of the corner of her eye. Quickly making an excuse and ending the call she was on, Viola exited the car and walked cautiously up to the front porch where she saw the boy from across the street waiting nervously.

"Can I help you?" Mrs. Porter asked uneasily, watching as Jacob spun around and faced her at the sound of her voice.

He tried to hide the worry that painted his bright brown eyes dark and smile for the woman, "Hi Mrs. Porter, is Matt around?" he asked, attempting to sound jovial.

"No he isn't," she paused, watching him.

"Jacob," he said realizing that this was the first time they had met.

"No he isn't, Jacob," Viola continued, no less weary now that she knew his name. "He went out for pizza with Valerie."

"I know," Jacob answered shortly, trying to peak around her slight frame, watching the sidewalk for any sign of Matt.

Viola glanced at the street over her shoulder quickly, and looked back at Jacob, "Is everything alright?" she questioned, eyeing Jacob intently.

"Yes, Mrs. Porter everything's cool," Jacob rushed the answer as his eyes darted from the street to hers. "Do you mind if I hang around your porch and wait for him?"

Viola regarded Jacob and his peculiar actions curiously. She knew he only lived across the street, and could just have easily waited there. She had a sneaking feeling that Jacob was not being completely straightforward with her.

"I don't mind," she answered after appraising Jacob for what seemed to be several minutes. "My husband is arriving shortly though, and he may not be so keen on you waiting around the porch. If Matt hasn't shown up by then you'll need to go back home and wait for him there."

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Porter," Jacob responded in a rush of breath, wholly relieved she had allowed him to stay.

Viola brushed past him to her front door, stopping, she turned on her heel and looked at him. "Valerie called this morning," she commented in passing. "She sounded a little distressed, as if she were hesitant to ask Matt out to lunch." She watched as Jacob tensed slightly. "I know the three of you have been hanging out a lot in recent weeks. You would tell me if there was anything wrong with my son right?"

"Yes ma'am," Jacob answered, feeling that she saw through his half-truths.

"Thank you, Jacob. Tell your mother to stop by sometime, I've yet to meet her, but I feel we'll have a lot in common," Viola said as she entered her house.

"Yes ma'am," Jacob answered softly as she closed her door, wondering what that was about.

He thought about her words as he took a seat on the low step of the porch. Jacob couldn't help but feel he should have told her more of what was going on instead of giving her his assurances that everything was as fine as an heirloom rose. As he thought, he kept a constant vigil on the meager action that drifted along their serene oak lined street.

Valerie too was lost in contemplation over the events of the last week, wondering how it was at all humanly possible to choose all of the wrong ways to do something when presented with multiple options. She thought of better reactions to the waitress's accusations, as she waited, ranging from laughing in the woman's face, to grabbing the nearest blunt object and just going to town on that horrid mass of red dyed hair. There had to have been a better way to react to the waitress other then the utter horror that washed over her.

Valerie was jarred out of her thoughts by the noise of a clunking diesel engine pulling to a stop in front of her. Looking skyward, squinting against the sun, her vision was obstructed by the cab of a familiar emerald green truck, its door emblazoned with 'King's Auto-Body' written in gold and surrounding an airbrushed crown.

"Hey baby girl," an impressively, large black man called, leaning out of the cab window, his dark eyes fixed on Valerie.

Valerie pulled herself off the ground from below the payphone. "Hey Clark," she shouted back over the din of the diesel engine, dusting off her rear as she approached the truck. "Daddy give you his key?" she asked grabbing the drivers side window sill.

"Sure did," Clark beamed down at the girl, "but he wants you to come to the shop and answer the phones for a few hours. Thompson brought his two rigs in for service and with Leo on vacation..." he began.

"No problem," Valerie answered as her nostrils were assailed with the smell of axel grease and stale cigarette smoke. A smell she had forever associated with her father, his shop, and his employees. The pungent tang made her feel safe, at peace, comfortable. For the longest time, her Mustang smelled the same way with a hint of leather, now it only smelled of canned strawberry fragrance. "Tell Daddy I'll be right over," Valerie said, accepting the white rabbit's foot keychain Clark was passing through the window.

"See ya' there baby girl," Clark growled sweetly in his deep baritone as he leaned back into the cab and shifted the rig out of neutral. Stopping suddenly he peered out the window, watching Valerie walking to her car. "Baby girl!" he yelled over the noise of his rig.

Valerie turned and peered at him across the small lot.

"Boy troubles?" Clark questioned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Valerie waved the large man she had always considered an Uncle off and shouted back, "That's only the half of it," before completing the short trek to her car.

Clark laughed to himself as he slipped the diesel rig into gear and drove off, marveling at how quickly she was growing up. It seemed only yesterday that Dan had brought her into the shop for the first time, this small little thing all bundled up in pink receiving blankets.

Matt ran through the town, running until his calves ached and his lungs burned with every heaving breath he gasped out. Sweat was pouring off his brow as he rounded the corner on to Lily Court. Matt continued to run halfway down the long street, realizing for the first time just how expansive it was. Figuring he had put enough distance between Valerie and himself, Matt slowed his sprint down to a leisurely walk as he pressed on towards his house.

The roaring sound of a small block V8 engine caught his attention, his head snapping in the noises direction. The last thing he needed was Valerie trying to explain her actions, whatever they may have been. In an effort to be completely honest with himself, Matt realized he didn't know why he had ran from the pizza parlor, or why that action had sustained its course until he found himself nearly home.

He pictured Jacob's face and smiled to himself realizing that he really couldn't blame Valerie for whatever she had done, if anything at all. Matt's cheeks flushed as more of Jacob's body revealed itself in his mind before he shook the thought away, frustrated. Jacob had consumed most of his thoughts since the evening hours the two had spent Jacob's room. It was less then a week ago, but seemed so very distant and elusive in face of more recent events.

Matt ran his fingers through his hair; sighing as he applied firm pressure to his scalp, trying to make the things he had seen and done that night go away. The images he relived when he closed his eyes, and the feeling in the pit of his stomach, wouldn't relent however and he knew they wouldn't.

"Why," Matt muttered to himself, trudging up his driveway intent on sealing himself away in his room again, unaware of the person who stood less then eight feet away.

Jacob stood, weary of approaching Matt as he slowly walked up the driveway. He didn't know if he could fix this mess, or if Matt even wanted it to be fixed. Jacob wanted nothing more though. He wanted to hear Matt's raspy chuckle, wanted to hear that small chuckle give way to the hearty laugh that it always had when Matt got to laughing. Jacob craved to see the smile that lit Matt's whole face, the smile that made Jacob himself smile every time he saw it. He longed to feel Matt, safely wrapped in his arms, to taste the flesh of his neck.

"Because," Jacob offered in a weak whisper, as he walked slowly towards Matt.

Matt knew the voice well, yet he couldn't to believe he had actually heard it. Raising his head slowly, Matt's vision fixed on Jacob, who looked as uneasy with this new development as Matt felt. Matt didn't know weather to laugh in joy, or cry out in anger at the sight of Jacob standing, in his yard waiting for him.

They watched each other closely. Both standing there silent, trying to figure out what to do, what to say to the other. Jacob knew he wanted to rush forward and collapse into Matt, to beg for forgiveness for running away. Fear however, held him steadfast, waiting for Matt to give him some sort of hint on how such an action would be received. Jacob's mind fumbled to find words, anything to kill the silence that saturated them, words to express the feelings he had been struggling with.

Matt's intentions were not as clear, both relief and anger simmering in his eyes. Jacob took a tentative step towards Matt, a single step too far. Matt charged on Jacob, his shoulder dropping into an offensive posture as he closed the small distance quickly. Jacob was too stunned to react as he watched Matt charge towards him, hunched over like a football player. He barely had time to constrict the muscles in his stomach and chest before Matt's shoulder dug into his sternum. Jacob's arms flailed outwards as the momentum behind Matt's weight sent the two of them crushing to the soft terrain of Matt's front lawn, Matt howling in anger, Jacob gasping to catch the breath that had been forced from his lungs with a sickening wheeze.

Matt's arms swung wildly as he muttered a string of incoherent obscenities, thrashing at Jacob's sides and chest. Jacob would not fight back, choosing in the moment their bodies crashed into the grass, to let Matt release what ever frustration he felt he had to. After a series of chaotic blows that showed more emotion then force, Matt lost his steam, his body settling into Jacob searching for the comfort it offered. Matt laid there trembling with a series of silent sobs. Knowing Matt's show of force was over, Jacob raised his knees, his thighs pressing against the inside of Matt's.

"Shhh..." Jacob whispered, his hand's snaking underneath Matt's arms as Jacob circled him in a loose hug.

They stayed that way for several moments, Jacobs' back pressed into the sharp grass, his arms wrapped around Matt's trembling body, the fingers of his left hand absently slipping along the sharp ridges of Matt's spine. Jacob was all too aware of the discomfort of the itchy grass pressed into the bare flesh of his lower back where his shirt had ridden up; he just figured it to be the smallest price to pay for Matt being in his arms again.

"Why?" Matt asked, this time, no longer talking to himself as he pulled his head off of Jacob's shoulder and stared into golden brown eyes he had quickly learned to love.

"I'm sorry kid," Jacob sighed, regretting the ease of Matt's weight as he pushed himself up.

Once Matt had himself standing, he offered his arm to Jacob helping him stand up. Matt offered an apologetic smile as he brushed a few loose blades of grass from Jacob's shoulder. His eyes lingering on Jacob's right hand and the dirt scuffed cast that shielded it.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't..." Matt's brow furrowed as he looked at the cast.

"Hey," Jacob interrupted. "It's alright. You didn't mean what you said," Jacob spoke softly brushing his fingers along the point of Matt's chin, urging his eyes off the cast and onto his own.

"No," Matt's fingers brushed along the wrist of Jacob's hand, which had slowly curled its way along the base of Matt's neck. "That doesn't mean it didn't sound bad the way you..."

"Matt," Jacob smiled, fighting the urge to just lean in and kiss the boy. "I took it like some little kid who was told no, and like that lil' brat, Mommy had to point out I never gave you a chance to explain." Jacob rubbed the side of Matt's neck tenderly as he spoke.

The smile of relief on Matt's face abruptly faded as Jacob mentioned his mother. "Your mom knows?" Matt asked his face paling with the slight stutter in his voice.

"Knows what?" the slight curve of Jacob's lips straitening, his brow knotting, as he watched concern lap across Matt's features.

"That you're..." Matt tried to find the words to complete his thought as his eyes glanced at the grass and the asphalt beyond, certain he would find them there in the street before he found them in Jacob's eyes. "That we..."

The single chuckle that escaped Jacob pulled Matt's attention away from the dull existence of green grass a black asphalt, back to the golden brown of Jacob's eyes, eyes which, no matter what the light level, always seemed radiate light to Matt.

"You know," Jacob almost whispered as his hand slid from the perch it had found on the nape of Matt's neck, up through the mass of Matt's hair to the crown of his skull. Jacob held Matt's gaze fiercely as he rested Matt's forehead on his, "You're cute when you're worried," Jacob finished with a smile.

Matt answered Jacob's accusation with a smile of his own, the sight of which Jacob was denied as he preferred to watch Matt's gentle eyes instead.

"I could really do things you don't want the neighbors seeing right now," Jacob chuckled, his ribs receiving a jab from Matt, for the comment. "So if my mom didn't know, she'd only have to look out the window to find out..." he continued as Matt pushed him away.

"You're seriously a perv sometimes," Matt said laughing as he head towards his front door, Jacob falling in step beside him, their shoulders rubbing with every other step.

As they entered the cool interior of Matt's house, Jacob took a moment to absorb his surroundings, realizing that it was the first time he had ever entered the house. It appeared to be a nice enough place to live, in Jacob initial inspection, if a little cold. That was the most striking contrast; the walls were all painted a crisp, blaring white. What little accent color that was used in the decorating was more muted and washed out. What Jacob also noticed, as he quietly followed Matt's lead through the living room and down a short hall, was the artwork. The sculptured glass vases and paintings that hung on the wall all looked original and very expensive. The pricey artwork wasn't as troubling to Jacob as was the complete lack of any kind of family photograph. Jacob couldn't help but feeling more and more disappointed as he descended deeper into the Porter Gallery, he had been hoping to see pictures of Matt when he was younger.

"You can wait in here," Matt said, stopping to open a door just past a large canvas of lilies in a bowl, painted in varying shades of taupe, "I have to go let my mom I know I'm here."

Jacob nodded, watching Matt continue down the hallway before disappearing through a door at the far end, a door Jacob figured led to the master bedroom as he retreated through the door Matt had pointed him towards. The rest of the Porter residence didn't prepare Jacob for the room he walked into, the wall to the right on the far side of the room was painted two different finishes of dark grey, one flat, the other satin. The end effect was a ghostly harlequin pattern that was more visible when viewed at an angle. The other three walls in the room were painted the same shockingly bright white as the rest of the house. They only differed in that, these walls had wide strips of brown cork that ran horizontally along the length of the walls.

Jacob was drawn to what appeared to be scraps of paper tacked up on the strips of cork, as he drew closer, a smile creased the corner of his lips as he peered at himself in miniature, drawn in immaculately shaded grayscale. Next to that picture was a history paper with an A circled in red, the word 'EXCELLENT' scratched diagonally in the right hand corner. Jacob's eyes followed the row of cork down the wall, absorbing various other images in Matt's hand, the dragon Matt was working on the day Jacob got suspended. Pride filled his breast as Jacob lingered on that image momentarily, pride for defending Matt at any cost. Something he knew he would do again at the drop of a hat. The next image was a reproduction of the grill of Valerie's mustang, the license plate number making that very evident. It was the detail of light and shadow in the chrome running horse that held Jacob's rapture though.

Viola was in the master bathroom hopelessly staring at four rows of alphabetized toiletries in Richard's medicine cabinet. She had fully intended on just reaching in and scooping it all into a box with out regard to use or name. Shaking her head, Viola realized just how anal her husband was, his organization even spilled over into the drawer he kept his hair brush and combs, separated by length and use.

"Hey Mom," Matt spoke, startling his mother as he leaned against the wall.

Viola looked up and smiled at her son, "Your dad is going to be here in about an hour," her focus changing to the three boxes she had packed up already. "I was trying to get a head start, so it would be a little easier." She explained, throwing a few sticks of deodorant into a box. "Jacob stopped by, he seems like a nice boy."

"He's in my room. I ran into him on the way in. If you need me I'll be in there. He needs," Matt paused rethinking what he was about to say, "we need to talk about a few things," Matt continued as if it were nothing serious.

Viola did not think it was such a simple thing, abruptly stopping what she was doing to analyze her son, fighting the urge to ask if he was alright for the second time today. "Okay dear," she said, offering Matt an encouraging smile. Viola watched as her son walked away and headed back to his room where Jacob was waiting.

Jacob waited quietly in Matt's clean room, now on the dark red duvet that covered the comfortable bed where he sat. His eyes wandered up to the ceiling, noticing the pale greenish yellow of the plastic stars adhered to the plaster. Jacob smiled, feeling proud that Matt had been able to force some of himself out into his surroundings, then again, he didn't really know the Porters all that well, it was altogether possible that they weren't the crazed control freaks their house made them out to be.

"So what happened?" Matt asked, startling Jacob as he entered his room and closed the door behind him, keeping his attention squarely on Jacob.

Jacob's gaze moved from the star riddled ceiling to Matt as he spoke. He didn't know how to answer the question. Jacob had only spoken to Valerie shortly and he didn't know just how much Matt knew. In the end Jacob only gave Matt a blank stare as an answer to his question.

"Between you and Valerie at the pizza place?" Matt continued.

"We were talking about a problem I was having," Jacob started, "she was comforting me when the waitress came up and thought we were messing around."

Matt nodded his head, "How?" he asked as he walked over to the edge of the bed and took a seat.

"How was she comforting me or how were we supposedly messing around?" Jacob asked trying to get clarification.

Matt shrugged his shoulders, "Both I guess."

"It's the same answer, I guess," Jacob shrugged. "She had placed her hand on my leg. I guess the woman, the waitress, thought it was somewhere else," Jacob smiled with the memory of the woman's expression. "I'm sure it didn't help much when I grabbed the tissues after the waitress thought she had caught us."

Matt smiled at the image, he would have laughed hysterically, but he just didn't feel up to laughing at the moment. He watched Jacob grow quiet, with Jacob's silence came his own nervousness.

"What was she helping you with?" Matt asked.

Jacob looked at Matt, peered off at a drawing of some landscape tacked to Matt's wall, and then back at Matt again. "Honestly?" he inquired unsure.

"Honestly," Matt answered, giving his head a firm nod for added measure.

"You," Jacob whispered the words barely audible as he stared at Matt.

Matt's breath caught in his chest as he heard the single word answer exactly as Jacob had offered it, laced with more meaning than any one word had a right to. The nervousness Matt felt in the moments prior amplified greatly as he found himself leaning into Jacob, fully intent on making good on some of the threats Jacob had spoken on the front lawn. Just as their bodies would have made contact, Matt pulled away abruptly, a question searing across his mind, seeping out of his eyes.

Fighting himself for control, Matt asked Jacob the question that raced through his psyche. "Is that all that happened?"

Jacob shook his head regrettably, as he answered, "No we saw each other Thursday night, after I got home from the hospital."

"What happened then?" Matt asked.

Jacob couldn't look at him and instead turned his head to look out the window. Feeling guilty, he slowly nodded his head and began to answer, "It just sorta' happened," he offered as a weak excuse. "I'm sorry."

Matt didn't respond, watching Jacob for a moment, his mind racing with all sorts of meanings for 'it'. Unable to stand the conclusions his mind was reaching, Matt opened his mouth to ask.

"The shit thing is, I was telling Val I was surprised that you and she had never gone out or anything. I didn't understand how she could have known you her whole life and not done anything," Jacob spoke, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Just sorta' happened," Matt repeated Jacob's words, to which Jacob nodded again still looking away. "What just sorta' happened?"

Jacob inhaled deeply, realizing that Matt knew nothing of hat happened on the porch swing, "I kissed her," Jacob admitted, his brow knotting at the confusion the admission brought, "or, she kissed me."

Matt looked away from Jacob, his vision moving to the dresser, the desk, anything but Jacob. "Oh," Matt spoke, no longer interested in this 'talk' they were having or the sudden rush of disappointment which felt like a vice squeezing his chest.

Jacob watched Matt's shoulders slump with the revelation. "It was an accident," he tried, explaining even though he knew it sounded wrong. "It was confusing, it shouldn't have happened, but... but it did," Jacob finished, his voice trailing off with his gaze.

As much as Matt wanted Jacob to suffer for the indiscretion, he couldn't stand seeing Jacob scared or hearing the fear he heard in Jacob's voice. Hell he'd even had a crush on Valerie, Matt reasoned to himself. Mustering his courage again, this time fighting through the anger he felt towards Jacob, his fingers grabbed Jacobs chin. Matt lightly tugged at Jacob's chin, moving Jacob's attention from whatever he was staring at outside the window to looking at him, and as he did Matt found forgiveness through the fear he felt.

Without saying a word, Matt leaned forward, his breath stalling, anticipating the moment their lips would touch. The small kiss confused Jacob, but he was thankful for it all the same. Guilt held Jacob rigid in its grasp until Matt's tongue lightly played along the ridges of Jacob's lips, begging for entry, begging for Jacob, begging for more than what was. Matt's lips stifled the moan that escaped Jacob as his lips parted, allowing Matt's tongue to caress his, deepening the kiss they shared.

Matt pulled away from the kiss which Jacob thought had lasted not nearly long enough. "You thought Val and I should have messed around?' Matt asked looking at Jacobs hazy eyes.

"I really..." Jacob started to answer the question, but was silenced by Matt's finger pressing into his lips. Confused, something he found himself being a lot around Matt lately, Jacob questioned Matt with his eyes.

"You thought Valerie and I should have messed around?" Matt asked again with a sly smile as his fingers drifted away from Jacob's lips.

Jacob nodded his head weakly, understanding somehow that Matt didn't want a verbal answer as the tip of his tongue lingered on the edge of his lips tasting the flavor of Matt that lingered there.

"Show me what you think she should have done to me," Matt whispered, his voice thick before he captured Jacob's mouth again.

Jacob moaned into Matt as their mouths crushed each other, Matt scooting Jacob's hand to the small of his back. . Doing as Matt had silently instructed, Jacob ran his hand along the length of Matt's back letting it slither its way down to Matt's hips, tugging at the fabric of Matt's shirt. Jacob, twisting around and leaning into Matt, pushed Matt down onto the bed under his weight. Jacob broke the kiss this time, pushing Matt's shirt up as he did, his eyes lingering on Matt's bare chest. Jacob leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the apex of Matt's breastbone, the sharp little ridge that divided his chest. His hand traveled south, lightly rubbing Matt's exposed, taught stomach eliciting a groan from Matt in response.

The groan that escaped Matt encouraged Jacob, as his attention moved to Matt's nipples, first the right, then the left, teasing them lightly with his tongue before gently nipping at them, his careful hand running all around Matt's smooth skin as he did.

"Fuck," Matt gasped in a stifled cry, very aware that his mother was just down the hall.

"You like that?" Jacob asked as his head rose from Matt's chest licking his lips.

Matt nodded his head, taking full advantage of his turn to be dreamy.

"You haven't felt anything yet," Jacob promised, the familiar eager twinkle Matt had grown to love, returning to Jacob's eyes.

With no further encouragement needed from Matt, Jacob's head dove back down towards Matt's chest, his tongue licking a path from Matt's breastbone to his belly in a long swath. Jacob's tongue traced small circles around Matt's abdomen until it found Matt's belly button and darted in. Matt felt like Jacob's tongue had found some secret nerve ending that shot from his navel straight down to the head of his dick, leaving him to jerk in reaction to Jacob's probing tongue as he wrapped his arms around Jacob's head.

As Jacob tongued Matt's navel, his hand snuck beneath his chest and began fumbling with Matt's belt and zipper. Managing both, and the clasp of Matt's khaki pants, his hand snaked through the fly and slowly stroked Matt's erection through the fabric of his boxers.

Regrettably, Jacob had to break the contact his lips and tongue had with the flesh of Matt's belly so he could wrangle Matt's erection free of the tangled cotton it was trapped in. He was surprised he had made it as far as he had with only his left hand, the chore of releasing the erection really wasn't one at all once Jacob was able to see what he was doing.

Jacob pulled the shaft though the fly of the boxers, giving it a few long, gentle tugs which coaxed a drop of clear fluid to pool at the tip. He moved his gaze from the object of his lust to the man of his affection. Matt was tense, his eyes clinched shut waiting expectantly for what he knew was coming, Jacob smiled at the sight.

When the feelings he expected didn't come, Matt slowly cracked his eyes open, peering at Jacob who was staring at him as he slowly stroked the length of Matt's erection. Once Matt's eyes had opened fully, Jacob smiled contently at him, a smile Matt returned gladly.

"You're ready for this?" Jacob asked more than ready and willing to go further, he just wanted, needed, Matt's assurance that he too was just as ready and willing.

Matt's smile grew into a wide grin, "I'm not the one that's about to put a dick into my mouth," he kidded, as his knee nudged Jacob's side.

"Ooo," Jacob jeered a little too loudly catching himself. "You'll get your chance." he smiled, the tone of his voice hushed.

"Looking forward to it," Matt replied, wiggling his eyebrows and smiling before his hand rubbed Jacob's head affectionately.

Matt watched, struggling to keep his eyes from screwing shut in pleasure, as Jacob's tongue swabbed across the head of Matt's dick, coating it in a sheen of saliva and Matt's own fluid. Matt groaned loudly at the new sensation, as his head lulled back on his shoulders, his hand slowly running through Jacob's hair coaxing him on with the touch.

"Fucking Christ," Matt gasped with regret, wanting to watch the source of the sensations he was feeling as Jacob's mouth slid down the length of his dick, only to pull back up and repeat the action. Matt gave into the urge as his eyes closed dreamily, feeling Jacob's tongue swirl around the head.

Richard Porter pulled into the drive after disconnecting from a call with his wife, a call where Viola had informed him that she had spent the afternoon packing the bulk of his belongings. Exiting his Mercedes, he gave the house he had called home for the last twenty or so odd years a good look, frowning and not at all happy with this arrangement. Resolving to talk some sense into Viola, Richard walked up to the front door and entered the house. Writing his speech to his wife in his mind, he walked through the front room and turned down the hallway, taking his time on his trek to the master bedroom. A noise caught his attention, one that seemed as out of place in his home as an elephant roaring in a used car lot.

The noise that caught his attention was the sound of jeering, a noise expressing shock with a statement or action, and it sounded to be coming from his son's room. Richard approached the door hearing the faint murmurs of muffled whispering. He was about to shrug it off, thinking it was the television or something, completely ignoring the fact he hadn't allowed Matt to have a television in his room, but as he was turning away, a muffled moan filtered through the doorway. All thoughts of reasoning with his wife abandoned, Richard turned back towards Matt's door, casting the paneled piece of white painted wood an accusatory glare.

With out even the slightest bit of hesitation or thought to what might it might be concealing, Richard's hand grabbed and twisted the doorknob quietly as he gave the door a slight push, leaving it to flow gently open and revealing to him the awful truth. What he saw left him in shock. His son, Matt lying back on his bed, eyes clamped shut in pleasure, and another boy's head buried in his lap. In a crazed dash, Richard crossed the distance quickly, his hand reaching down to the strange boy's shirt.

Jacob felt Matt's erection expand in his mouth, and he knew Matt was but a microsecond away from erupting and he was determined to see it through. Just as the fleeting thought crossed his mind, preparing itself for Matt's offering, hoping he wouldn't choke or worse, something tugged angrily at his shirt ripping him away from Matt. Matt's erection was torn violently from his mouth, firing its first volley as it did, a pearlescent white rope of cum streaking across Jacob's face, as he felt the world fall away beneath him.

The next disorienting sensation Jacob had was searing pain as his broken hand slammed against Matt's dresser. Jacob was baffled by this turn of events as he instinctually clung to his injured hand. He knew the dresser was at least five feet from Matt's bed and couldn't figure out how he had gotten there, unless of course he had completely underestimated Matt. That wasn't the answer...

"MY SON IS NO FAGGOT!" Richard roared in a pure rage, the words sending a chill of fear through Jacob's heated blood.

Matt's eyes flew open in a panic, recognizing the voice that boomed through his room. His dick, still erupting into his now abandoned lap, as he watched his father advance and lean into Jacob his fists raising threateningly. It took Matt a few seconds to actually comprehend what was happening, his orgasmic high ebbing into fear and then out right defiance.

"What the fuck?!" Matt shouted jumping from the bed.

The angry voice of his son ripped Richard's attention away from Jacob, who was trying to crawl through the wall in an effort to escape. Richard turned and looked at his son, raising his posture as he did.

"You told me to grow up," Matt hissed feeding off the adrenaline of open defiance. "Don't like what I've become?" Matt demanded angrily, his concern for Jacob trumping his modesty.

Viola ran down the hall from the master bedroom towards the sounds of commotion and yelling coming from Matt's room. She didn't know what had transpired, but seeing the mess on the front of her son and Jacob on the ground grasping his right hand in his left, his eyes drilling into Richard, looking like a wounded lion watching its attacker with tenacity, it didn't take her long to connect the dots.

"Richard!" Viola screamed at her husband as his hand rose to strike Matt.

Richards swing faltered with his wife's disapproving shriek, his eyes darting from his son to the place his wife stood in the doorway looking horrified.

"I think it's time you left," she said, her chest heaving from emotion and the flight down the hall.

The man readily agreed, sparing one last disgusted glance at his son and the bastard struggling to his feet as he pushed past her and stormed out of the house. His trip home to talk some sense into his wife ruined, and instead of talking sense into Viola, he managed to strike the death nail in he and his wife's marriage.

Viola stood for a moment and appraised the situation. Jacob was pulling himself off the floor with the aid of Matt's dresser. Matt meanwhile, had apparently found his modesty and was tightly holding his pant shut. She gave Matt a firm nod before disappearing down the hallway, ensuring Richard had found the door Matt and Jacob heard slam shut, shaking the house with its force.

Returning to the doorway, Viola inhaled deeply and glanced at the boys, smoothing the silk of her cream colored shirt.

"Matt dear, go clean yourself up," Viola said, going into full disaster management mode and taking control of the situation. Her eyes turned to Jacob. "Jacob, would you please call you mother at work, after you have cleaned up as well."

Jacob stared at her blankly, his fear of her intentions evident.

"She and I need to have a long talk, dear" she spoke sympathetically, her stoic face melting into one of soft concern.

Jacob nodded his head in understanding, but was hesitant to move from his place while she stood in the doorway. Viola seemed to sense this and moved out of the way allowing him exit.

Twenty minutes later Matt, Jacob, and Viola sat quietly in the front room of the Porter house. Beyond the looks of embarrassment and fear, nothing much was said while they waited for Jacob's mother to arrive. Jacob was on the verge of making a mad dash for the door, intent on not sitting through another one of these 'your son was caught doing...' conversations, when the doorbell rang, causing the trio to share a startled jump.

Viola was the only person to sigh with relief as she stood to answer the door. Matt, seeing the fear that paled Jacob's face, reached across Jacob's lap and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.